Tales of moonlit wanderings and travels: I am a semi-nomadic writer currently based in Istanbul -but am always most comfortable running with the djinns and wolves. Desert obsessed with a penchant for Sufi Poetry, this blog is a documentation of my weird and wayward, postmodern-dervish ways.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

My face feels like its going to explode. hurray.

this whole absessed tooth fiasco is a reminder to me that one can simply not plan for anything, or prevent anything from happening.

i specifically recall visiting the dentist back in Calgary before i left, so that i would be all set and not have to worry about anything like this happening...and here i am, in agony, on antibiotics and scheduled to have a root canal procedure (oh joy, fuckkkk), in Turkey.

i sometimes just feel like throwing my hands in the sky, and saying "SERIOUSLY?!!" ARE YOU KIDDING ME GOD?" but i feel like he/she's probably seen worse, so i stay silent.

i tried meditating while sitting on my bed earlier, listening to the crash of the waves outside my window and breathing until i became a wave and felt no pain.

is that the lesson here? to enlighten me to becoming some meditative Buddhist? is everything zen? is there a master plan here? 'Cause i aint seeing one, at the moment, and would really rather just have my normal tooth functionality and no pain.

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Artist/writer/jack-of-all-trades. i like to make marks on paper in an attempt to articulate the ephemeral...give form to the fleeting, the temporal, the exquisite overcapacitated feelings that fade into dust.
I also travel a lot and my "nocturnal nomad" blog is a public forum for my vagabonding wanderings and exploits, many of which inspire my more private writings that eventually become public again, in the realm of poetry and art.
La vie Boheme.